The Impossible Exorcism

R.M. Hamilton

I believe in ghosts.

 I don’t believe they’re dead people, but I do believe in them.

I’ve got my reasons.

Let’s just say I wouldn’t knowingly buy a haunted house.

Ghosts are hard to shift. They can be moved, but it’s not a fun job.

We live in dark times. We have an abundance of people who don’t like God and they don’t like his promises.

They honestly believe if they put on some funny clothes and scream a few mean slogans and dance around in the street, (usually at rush hour), they can unseat God from his throne.

What a hope.

That wouldn’t be enough effort to remove your common garden variety spook from the living room of an old house.

I don’t believe fire will fall from heaven on these new priests of Baal.

But I do know they’re in for miserable, frustrating little lives.

We serve a God who keeps his promises. We serve a God who is faithful even when we’re not.

If I ever do end up with a haunted house, it’ll be alright. God is the big dude. He’ll show me what to do.

But what spirit will help these fools when they learn that the West is haunted by the God of the Bible?

Who will help them cast out The Holy One of Israel?

No one.

He’s not going anywhere.

That’s the impossible exorcism.

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